spewing lava

The Team starts playing “The Floor Is Lava”. Except they can’t do anything normally, so it’s Extra ™

Wally calls it on Robin outside Mount Justice, and Robin ends up in a tree in three seconds. 

Robin calls it on M’gann after a mission briefing in the Cave, and she flies up, sparking an hour long argument in the bioship on the way to their drop point on whether or not that was cheating. The whole team gets involved. It was cheating. 

Artemis calls it on Conner during movie night, and he jumps too hard to get to the kitchen counter and puts a dent in the ceiling. And spills the popcorn. 

Kaldur calls it on Artemis in the hangar, and Artemis ends up face planting into the water after she tried to jump onto the wing of the bioship and slid off. 

It’s all fun and games until they’re on a mission fighting a Geokinetic rogue and the ground starts splitting apart and spewing lava so everyone gets the fuck up the high ground. After they take the rogue down it’s all quiet and calm until Wally just starts snickering because

Guys. The floor was lava.

And they all just look at each other for a moment and burst out laughing. 

Uh ok.

To hop along the humans are weird ok

So we on earth study philosophy, mathematics, sciences like human biology to to the lava spewing out of the cracks on the surface, literature and grammar, physical educations, physics, engineering, etc and to the aliens to us their just like “these meat bags just eat and punch everything wtf.what even are they useful for? Sex and war?” And over here we are just living life and wondering what lies beyond our galaxy and why we dream and what even or gall bladder even does and that kind of fun stuff and fantasize what aliens are even like while they stereotype us like we do to them.

Tl;Dr do aliens stereotype us like humans stereotype aliens?

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and those stars, once spent of their lighter elements, fell in on themselves, spewing forth into space their heavier ones, which, in time, would unite under their weight into a massive super heated rock that, powered by its own nuclear heart, would again spew forth those heavier elements through fissures and tears in and around its solid, however thin and brittle, crust. 

photos from the halemaumau crater on kīlauea – a flat, broad shield volcano, encircled by a distant ring of fire, which has been spewing lava continuously for over thirty years as the pacific plate moves north westerly over the earth’s mantle – by (click pic) tom kualiijason weingartmiles morgankenji yamamurated gorechris galando and sean king (bonus:  ed coykendall)

Day 1: My room turned into a ocean. I swear I found fishes and sharks swarming into my lungs. Or maybe that was the remains of you trying not to escape but desperately needing to
Day 2: You weren’t at school today and I should’ve been happy, I was more sad
Day 3: I thought I was ready to move on, then I saw you with her.
Day 4: We haven’t spoken in days now. My mind thinks its being shoved off a cliff.
Day 5: I wish it would just hit the bottom
Day 6: This will be the first weekend we dont hang out. I know you’ll be seeing her and I know youll be smiling without me. I’m trying hard to learn how to too
Day 7: I asked you for help on a history assignment and you replied with “Ask Amber im busy”. I texted back: “Tell Emma I said hi”
Day 8: You posted a video with her on the only social media site you have. When I saw it I erupted. I spewed lava every where, oh god its every where
Day 9: My mom made me sleep next to her on the couch. She was afraid I would try and do something like I did two years ago when another guy tore up my heart. I actually had thought about it
Day 10: I slept in your sweatshirt one last time so i can feel myself engulfed in you. I know you wanted them back so I had to feel you and smell you one last time.
Day 11: I gave you all of your stuff back and you thought I looked like a warrior but really I went home and tried getting you out of my bloodstream
Day 12: when will my eyes stop flowing?
Day 13: I snuck out with a boy and smoked weed on his couch. He talked about love and how much it hurt. I only pictured you.
Day 14: I woke up next to that same boy and I woke up screaming. The boy was worried and confused but I knew why I screamed. I imagined you laying with another girl on your couch. I ran out of his house so fast you’d think Id be better at running from you.
Day 15: Its spring break and im with my best friend and your with her and i swear i can feel you tracing her spine the way you used to trace mine
Day 16: I ignored your birthday and it felt worse than the puking i did that night
Day 17: Im treading icy water while you’re swimming away from me, I guess I just hope you’ll loop around and find your way back to the shattered, but still there, us
Day 18: I don’t remember the sound of your voice I don’t remember the color of your eyes I don’t remember your the taste of your lips
Day19: No amount of screaming gets your name out of my head
Day 20: I got on a plane today and when we took off I swear i almost walked to the door and started flying
Day 21: They say it takes 21 days fo break a habit but I think I just manage to fall more in love with a greedy monster
Day 22: I saw you today and wished you a happy late birthday and promised we’d watch the third Hobbit together. I’m beginning to hate myself more
Day 23: Its the end of the month maybe next month won’t be filled with thoughts of you and killing myself. i think im beginning to be over you
Day 24: april fools
Day 25: i think i understand now. when you first told me you loved me your mouth curled up on the edges, two days before you left when i gave my bare self to you your mouth was a straight line when saying i love you
Day 26: if you’re trying to kill me its working
Day 27: i woke up this morning to my blankets and pillows piled in a corner in my room. its something s ghost would do to make his presence known. im haunting myself. or maybe its the ghost of us tsking over my body
Day 28: its almost been a month since you told me it was never me. i almost texted you happy easter but i saw those text messages and just got angry
Day 29: I hate that you act like you didnt break my heart. i hate that you think im fine that im not writing a shit poem sbout your shit personality
Day 30: thirty days since you’ve wanted me. thirty days since i told you i love you. thirty days since you’ve slipped from my fingers. i tried catching you. you’ve been gone far too long. thirty days is too long
Day 31: i had a nightmare last night about you. you told me you loved me and kissed my forehead. i woke up breathing heavily and shaking. i want you out of my life
Day 32: running on no sleep isn’t fun
Day 33: ive been awake for over 50 hours in fear that ill see you in my dreams again. i cant risk that. it hurts so much. get out of my head
Day 34: my mother told me that love will do this. that its cruel and torturous and breaks you into such little pieces not even yourself can pick up all the pieces. you know where they all are, please come back and pick them up
Day 35: i talked to another guy last night we stayed up late and he asked me questions about you. we were sober so it wasn’t easy spitting up vowels and similies and euphemisms explaining the empty feeling in my chest after you left
Day 36: fuck if i stopped seeing you everyday i swear id be over you.
Day 37: my knee didnt touch your leg like it used it i promise i didnt do that fuck
Day 38: you told me that the wrinkles on my leg bothered you when i sat down. thats not what you said when we were trying not to get caught in the back of your car
Day 39: you told me you’d take me to prom and in two days itll just be another day you promised to spend with me. its funny how our plans turned to dust in a matter of seconds after cleaning
Day 40: the thunderstorm of us was inside of you and maybe that why it felt so close. i keep counting the seconds between the boom and light hoping you arent moving away buy i fear that you are already letting others feel your storm. the plants you grew are dying. maybe you should come back to water them
Day 41: ten days since its been a month since you left. i cried at prom because all i could look for in the crowd was you.
Day 42: i got so drunk all i could see was your face. the guy i fucked kept telling me his name wasn’t yours. i just screamed and cried because you’re all i still think about despite your efforts to continue to push me away
Day 43: i should be getting high today but if i do ill just write more and think more about a guy who will never care
Day 44: i think im trying to gain feelings for someone else because it’ll make moving on from you easier. im afraid to write that it hasnt
Day 45: you traces my leg like you used to. it was like dandelion tea. it made my insides fill with happiness. you’re my yellow paint.
Day 46: Van Gogh used to eat yellow paint because he thought it would put happiness inside him. He would consume it everyday in the hopes that it would bring his sadness to rest despite the fact that it could kill him first. i gues you were my yellow paint emphasis on the were. see im not going to write about you anymore, because when i write you down im under the impression that you’ll stay with the words but you don’t. this is the last sentence I’ll ever write about you

So here’s the thing

Yes Sara loves Scott more than life itself. She loves him more than she loves brownies and chocolate chip cookies, hard to believe I know.

But that does not stop her from messing with him.

And that means that every week he receives photos of their expeditions that become increasingly more elaborate.

It starts off harmless sure, the wish you were hear photos and hey I found this cool plant photos. But then.

One day Scott recieves a photo of a literal man-eating plant.

She sends him a photo of her and vetra wearing shades with spewing lava in the very-near background.

Liam picks up on this and soon he’s in a good majority of the photos and basically they’re both just giant goofy nerds

One day he gets a photo of Sara with a very confused Kallo in the background with the caption “I have a cute boyfriend and you don’t #suckit” and Scott is personally insulted that she didn’t tell him sooner

Then he receives a photo of Drack holding Sara over the edge of a cliff and he had a fucking heart attack.

She once sent him a blurry picture of her running frantically away from a hoard of giant beetles, and he later gets a photo of her stuck in a hole she used to escape the bugs, with Jaal trying to help her out and liam dying of laughter in the background. Basically she starts giving him a heart attack once a week.

He gives up on scolding her for being reckless after getting a photo of her, liam and Jaal silhouetted by a huge explosion. It’s no longer advised for his health.

pretty crimson.

I remember our first conversation and how you said that I suffer because of how sensitive I am to the world. Frail heart with a red smile, we enjoy poetry because it’s like breathing. So breathe with me and I’ll breathe with you. Life happens to us and we’ll change. We’re not perfect and that’s okay. I’m selfish and hollow too. Living in your 20s with so much on your mind. I think it’s normal to feel like a bad friend or a bad lover. We’ll fix it someday, won’t we? There is an ocean within your tears, your soul is bright molten lava spewing from your pain. People don’t understand us, they don’t think like us. Have you heard about the paradox of choice? There is an infinite amount of things to do– it ultimately leads back to who you truly want to be. Time doesn’t stop for anyone, it passes us by like clouds during a normal day. Maybe that’s why it’s called the past. You learn to love people, but they never learn to love you. Well… at least not how you’d want them to. Maybe you want guys to see past the pretty face and nice body. Maybe you pray because you’re scared and faith gives you a solid reason to believe again. So breathe with me and I’ll breathe with you. I pick up just to hear you cry– I don’t enjoy it. Humans are strange, we built a society that tells us you are more if you have more and you ain’t shit if you ain’t got shit. We sold our souls a long time ago. Our identities crushed by the pressures of our peers and our parents. I’m sick and tired of people telling me how to live my life. What is the value of a dollar if your passion is dead? What is the point of freedom if your mind is a slave to material things? We’re out of touch with reality. We have forgotten about Mother Nature. The trees and the bees are upset with us. Flawed creatures searching for a future amongst dollar signs. I guess that is kinda morbid. Time is running out and the choices we’ll make today– they affect tomorrow in ways that we can’t see. You’re sensitive to words. Always have been, always will be. So I’ll leave you with another I love you.

Volcanoes
  • <p> <b>Aizawa:</b> Volcanoes can be lethal. They are explosive and violent. Red lava spews and explodes from the top and-<p/><b>Izuku:</b> I'm sorry sensei, did you mean "Kacchan"?<p/></p>

Okay, so this thing really snowballed. I read over it this morning and did some minor editing, but I don’t hate it which is a good thing I guess.

All I wanted was some Astrid taking care of Hiccup for a change plus leading the Dragon Riders because he can’t. Anyway…

I hope you enjoy it, I’ve posted it below the cut because it’s loooong. You can also read it here.


Hiccup pushes himself too hard after the events of the season finale and winds up sick. Astrid is torn between looking after him and leading the dragon riders against the last of the dragon hunters.


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Tsuna, that one kid who couldn't give enough of a damn to keep his humanity

* Tsuna wakes up one night to hear some sort of racket going on outside
* He’d probably go to bed but that thing is so loud it’s got neighbor’s dogs barking
* He gets up and tries to look outside the window
* Tfw slips and falls out the second floor of his house at like 2 am.
* Tfw wakes up at half past nine to Nana’s frantic panicking and realizes that he slept the entire night outside on the dirt like a dead fish
* He wakes up and the whole world is in new clarity. Things are more detailed, sounds are clearer. But books still don’t make sense.
* Sometimes he sees people in mirrors sitting behind tables, a horned woman inviting him to sit with them.
* He’s never seen his reflection after the incident.
* He comes to school the next day only to feel his socks stuffed to the brim with cigarette butts after first period. For some reason it never happens again.
* He finds all kinds of weird stuff in his clothes. Weirdest thing was sitting up on his desk and watching dozens of bottle caps pour out of his shirt.
* He sometimes spaces out and realizes that he just beat up five people with his bare scrawny hands. He’s Hibari’s new secretary after the DC finding the people bloodied and bruised.
* Tsuna has no idea what the fuck happened, but if it sort of helps him then it’s not that bad.
* Canon time, a literal day before Reborn walks into his life he passes out and wakes up at Kyoko’s house, because he had asked if he could stay the night with her and Hana because he needed mental support. The two of them had become Tsuna’s friends and one of the only legit grips on reality he still has.
* Reborn is getting suspicious.
* The next day Tsuna is plagued by the people from the mirrors in reality now.
* Too tired to give a shit about Reborn when he comes home.
* Asks Hayato about “shadow people” all the time. Everybody thinks he’s had too much coffee.
* Ring battles, Three words: Somewhat helpful black-outs.
* He has no idea how or when he found Chrome, but she’s there. Living in his house now. And she seems rather nice. He’s oddly ok with it.
* He also has no idea why he kept finding labeless shot bottles in his pockets. Decides that he’s gonna be okay and takes a swig from one.
* bad-idea.jpg
* He regains what’s left of his senses at the Lightning battle (Hana is his Lightning guardian) to Xanxus cussing him out, Reborn holding his head in his hands and Gokudera asking if he needs some sleep. Doesn’t question anything, just kind of deals with the aftermath.
* The Sky battle is a M E S S .
* Tsuna blacked out, got enlarged metal arms that spew lava, went crazy with power and terrified the shit out of Mammon. Xanxus can’t look him in the eye anymore.
* Good news: Shadow people are now real. Bad news: they’re still as monstrous and dangerous as before. Turns out his body has been the vessel of a forbidden casino the entire time and now they’re repaying their “debt”.
* Time travel happens
* Byakuran is not happy
* No one is happy
* Reborn starts dousing the floor in holy water.
* Eldritch version of the floor is lava happens.
* Hana demands it to stop when she catches one of them trying to get to the second floor by holding onto the walls.
*Just Tsuna not giving a fuck about his new inhuman life as he drinks vodka as of its water.

Devious (Yoongi/Male Reader NSFW)

“Hi can you do smut scenario with Suga where Ibighit adds a new member to the group ,Suga’s boyfriend, and has the group redo ‘I Need U’ and 'Run’ mvs to include the new member. Then while shooting the stylists Noonas put the new member,who is a flirt, into a rather sexy outfit ( too tight and too short jeans and a big long sleeved shirt that reveals his shoulder(I’m having so much fun with this.)). Suga then takes his boyfriend in a empty dressing room and very rough 'playtime’ ensues.” 

Sorry this took so long! It’s just under 4k words because the prompt was so fun to play around with! 

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

Charming was the word they used. They said you were charming. The kind of charming that “sparks delight in a fangirl’s eyes,” and the kind that draws cries of admiration from a sea of fans until they’re out of breath. They said you were heartwarming. They said Yoongi was lucky to have found you, not the other way around.

“We should have scouted him sooner,” they said.

“Yoongi, why did you hide him for so long?” they asked.

It’s funny how everyone is so easily deceived. Everyone but Yoongi, and that’s just the way you’d have it.

As Yoongi had put it, you can’t fool everyone. Especially not your boyfriend. Especially not Min Yoongi. This is why you’ve had so much fun these last couple weeks. Aside from rigorous training, scattered breaks, and little rest, you’ve enjoyed yourself. It’s been nice to get to see Yoongi every day in action and have him by your side at all times. It’s hard to believe the two of you were able to maintain a healthy relationship before you were scouted into the band.

Romance aside, though, it’s been just as difficult as it has been fun. Being too tired at night to manage even a kiss—assuming the two of you have found time to be alone in the first place—is a huge drawback to your relationship. Sure, Yoongi is amazing at what he does for the band, his solo career, as well as staying healthy through all of this, but his real talent only comes out during those limited times you have alone together. There is no Suga, no Agust D, and no audience to put on a show for. It’s where Yoongi can let himself go and draw out the lust you’ve been hiding for too long, putting it to use.

In the mirrored wall of the practice room, you catch Yoongi’s gaze. He’s not happy or angry, not tired or hyped up. He’s studying you. You’ve noticed this for the last hour. Throughout the chorus, verses, dance breaks and all, he’s been eyeing you, watching, waiting to see what you try to pull next. As long as you’re able to keep this cutesy facade as your public image, the fans will love you, so you make it a point not to disturb that image around the rest of the boys either. His body language gives no clear indicators of when he will try to get you alone, but you know it’s coming—whether it’s in the dressing room or during bathroom breaks, it doesn’t matter. You never know when this side of Yoongi will appear. It excites as well as worries you. In times like now, when even the luxury of eye contact is few and far between, either one of you could lose it. You’re walking on eggshells, on the edge of a cliff. A crumbling cliff. Like, the kind with spewing lava below.

(“You’re being dramatic, Y/N,” Yoongi scoffs.

“Am not! It’s how I feel.”

“How would you know what lava feels like?”

You don’t have an answer.)

And God you’re horny on that cliff.

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On March 17th, 2015, I was fortunate enough to be at the right place at the right time when the solar storm of the decade hit Earth. The sky was covered with auroras so strong, they were visible at dusk. This continued all night until dawn. In the film you will see rare red, yellow, white, blue and violet purple auroras.

I was also fortunate to get shots of aurora borealis lighting up the sky while the Bárðarbunga volcano was erupting. The orange/red glow you will see in the distance is from the hot lava spewing from the volcano.

Please enjoy some of the best northern lights we have seen in years!

Dream Catcher--- g.d.

Warnings: I mean it’s sad but it ends cute 

A/N- im in a really dark place rn and im sorry i wrote this but writing makes me feel better and so does gray so why not both?


“Just breathe with me, okay?” He whispers against the skin of my forehead. He runs his hands over my hair, holding me tightly against his torso as we sit perched on the bed, rocking back and forth. 

I try my very hardest to pay attention to his breathing and make mine in sync, but I just can’t. Everything is so heavy that my lungs require more air, more attention. 

“Hey, hey.” Grayson picks up my shaking hand and puts it against his chest, right where his heart is. I can feel his chest rising and falling and his heart beat at a healthy rate; only noticing how rapid both of mine are. I slowly but surely begin breathing normally, his hand resting on the small of my back. 

“Gray…”

“I know.” His voice is raspy from disturbed slumber, his skin warm and radiant. Warm hands come up to rest on my face, his thumb stroking back and forth on the wet skin, slowly wiping away my tears. 

“I didn’t mean to wake you up.” I whisper into what feels like thin air. 

“I don’t care. I wouldn’t want you to go about this alone anyway.” His hazel eyes pierce into me through the cracked darkness, the only light in the room the moonlight coming through the window. 

I wrap my arms around his neck, pressing my face into it. He holds me tighter, running his hands up and down my back, pressing a kiss to my shoulder. 

“It’s overwhelming.” I mutter, mentally shaking away the thoughts prodding at my skull. 

“It’s like living next to a huge volcano, and you know it’s gonna erupt soon, but all you can do is live in fear. It just doesn’t end,” I take a breath. “you know it’s gonna happen, it’s just a matter of when that kills you.” He laces his hand with mine, bringing me a feeling of relief. 

He pulls me up, brushing my matted hair from my eyes, making me look at him. 

“Well,” He says with grin. “Even when it does erupt, and magma and lava spews everywhere, I’ll still be right here.” He says and I let out a much needed laugh. 

“I love you, like a lot.” He whispers, running his thumb over my bottom lip. 

He brings our lips together in a sweet passionate kiss; no intentions behind it other than comfort. His soft lips move against mine lazily and my heart swells with love for the boy sitting in front of me. 

“I love you too, like a lot.” He laughs at my mocking, and grabs hold of my body and lays us back down like we were before I was rudely awoken by a night terror. 

He brings my body flush to his, my chest against his chest. He plants kisses down my neck, breathing in my scent before he comes back up to rest his head atop mine. 

“First thing tomorrow we get a dream catcher.” He croaks.

“I think you being you is enough.”

(Fun fact: When boiling water is introduced to freezing temperatures, it instantly evaporates and turns into mist). 

“Whose bright idea was it to bring the girl who spews lava to a cave made of ice!?”

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- Reflection

“Y-You did it again.”

At the abrupt (and rather vague accusation) Ava glanced aside at her companion as they meandered through the ice caves and frowned in response. “Did what?”

Odin briefly cast her a glance before returning his attention forward. “Y-You always look away… when you see your reflection in something.” They turned a corner and the pathway became narrower as they shifted to walking single-file with Odin in the lead.

Ava glared at the back of his head following the comment, deciding not to dignify it with a response as she instead attempted to focus on getting through this accursed underground labyrinth. The temperature was far below freezing and even though she was wearing several layers of gear and had molten lava flowing through her veins, each inhale sent an involuntary sharp chill into her burning lungs. 

She felt as if she was being slowly frozen internally.

They made it through the narrow portion of the cave and entered a wider area where the ceiling was hidden beneath rows of thick ice stalactites hanging down. Odin paused for a moment to look up at their glistening sharp points whilst she meanwhile strode past him and went ahead.

When he caught up with her, he persisted on.

“I br-brought it up because… I’ve noticed you’ve only done that s-since you transformed.” He stepped into pace beside her as he observed her face without subtlety in trying to read her expression.

“Now who’s the pervert spying on other people?” The floor beneath her feet sizzled with each footstep.

He scoffed. “D-Don’t flatter yourself… and you’re avoiding t-the subject.”

“It’s none of your business.” Her skin shone brighter, ice within close proximity melting away.

“I-Is it because you look more like her?”

She spun on her feet and glowered at him. “I said butt out!”

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anonymous asked:

Innocent demon

“So what do you say about joining us, Bakugou?” Shigaraki asked. 

“Fuck no!” Katsuki snarled. He had already taken in his surroundings and still could use his Quirk without any fear of repercussions. 

That was when there was a knock on the door and the door swung open. Standing was a boy the same age as Katsuki with black hair and green eyes. “Hello! Could you please return Katsuki to me?” 

“Deku! What the fuck are you doing here?!” Katsuki snapped. 

“Rescuing you Kacchan!” Deku said. 

“You must have a death wish,” Dabi said, throwing a punch. 

Deku calmly caught it, eyes glowing an eerie gold. Horns sprouted from his head. “I asked nicely. But if you want to do it the hard way…” he opened his mouth, spewing ash and lava. “Then burn in the fires of hell.” 

AU where Bakugou accidentally summoned a demon when he was a child. Except Izuku isn’t anything like a normal demon and has no interest in eating Bakugou’s soul or killing people. In fact, Izuku likes Bakugou so much, he followed Bakugou to UA which gives Bakugou kittens because what kind of demon wants to become a Pro-Hero to help people? 

Bonus: 

“Deku put me down!” 

“But Kacchan! I read all those medical books! You could be going into shock.” 

“Fuck you Deku!” 

“Humans are frail, Kacchan!” 

Defiance, Part 8

[Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7]

Summary: Katara never thought she’d take shelter from the Water Tribe in the Fire Nation. Zuko never thought he’d build a life with someone he is only supposed to be seeing for fun. And neither one knows just how close their countries are to self-destruction.

[For Zutara month, Day 8, “Spice”] 

Katara prided herself on her swimming skills, but the eelhound certainly would give her a run for her money, even including waterbending. It’s a shame they’re cold-blooded, she thought as her ride zipped across the open water toward the heart of the Fire Nation. Dad would love to speed through the ocean like this!

She clung with her knees, the way she remembered doing as a girl when she was still small enough to ride the penguins. Everything from her waist down was below the water line, but the ocean was so warm here, it would have been enjoyable even if she weren’t inured to the cold. By and by, she sneaked a glance at the Blue Spirit, as he apparently preferred to be called. His attention was fixed on guiding the eelhound, though one hand still lay steady on her waist. They were definitely making good time, but there was no reason for her not to help out a bit.

Bringing her hands out to the sides, she made a scooping motion and plunged them into the water. Every few seconds, she repeated the gesture on either side of her.

A stifled laugh vibrated from the Blue Spirit’s chest. Katara couldn’t blame him; it must look like she was trying to dog paddle her way to the main island.

“Having fun?” he asked.

She splashed him affectionately. “Someone has to.”

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